You Are Not The Target But The Nugget Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

You are not the target but the nugget,
for targets of what is thrown around that is bad
don't look like you.

Why do you look at it and not let it fly over
your head? This one that is thrown everywhere,
this hurtful word. It is not you for you to speak what
is needed. Those who do not love to hear
you, need not satisfy themselves for having
done it to you. For when you flinch and not
become what you came to be, you give them
fuel.

Drainers are holding the hose and using it
to fuel hate, and drain the good in you and
fill you with hate. Their words make you see
other things besides the love that is in plenty,
and ready for you to take it and build a future
for all.

Cast out the bad and use the sift called
the mind, to bundle up a thought vault for you
that nobody opens but you and let spill out
of you the respect you store there which cannot
be tainted for it is tightly woven.

It just bubbles and sings for anyone who cares
to look. Chew the endless gum of love, and
keep its flavor floating around you, like the
perfume you bought at the store that had
everyone asking, what that is. You are
never a target of what is going around you but
a beautiful nugget that if touched changes
hearts into people who are fired to do the
impossible.